Music2Muse
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The Archival team holds an intervention. It does not go well.
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Quentin walks through a door. Eliot is patient.
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It's not like this is the first time they've killed nazis. Or had blurry lines between morality and practicality, for that matter. Mostly, Dean just kinda sees it as his job after the Hitler job.
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In a room in Aeor labelled the T-Dock, a group of adventurers finds a man stuck in a time loop, forever repeating the same moves, the same words.
They promise to set him free.
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- Part 1 of Tangled Threads
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11 Dec 2024
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Reports of my safety have been greatly exaggerated by ghosttopiary
Fandoms: Critical Role (Web Series)
03 Dec 2024
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Something sharp and cold burrows between his shoulder blades and settles along his spine. The Shadowhand straightens his back, spits the blood from his mouth and steels himself for the second betrayal of the only friendship he’s ever had. The lie coats his tongue like quicksilver – it tastes a little like grief, and a little like victory.
»Hello Jester. My apologies, I could not contact you earlier. Sudden circumstances disallowed me the visit at last minute, but I am quite hale.«
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09 Dec 2024
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Caleb feels his hair falling heavily over one shoulder, loose at the back. He reaches up, manacle clanking, and feels that Essek has woven braids into his hair on one side, some large and chunky, some thin and delicate. His eyebrows climb and he looks at the drow who seems almost to… blush? “Apologies – you were in pain and I… I do not deal well with being helpless. You can take them out, I know they are not an Empire style.”
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07 Dec 2024
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multitudinous echoes awoke and died in the distance by mousecookie
Fandoms: Critical Role (Web Series)
26 Feb 2021
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Caleb takes a step forward and stumbles. As he catches himself he realizes something very odd. His hands are shadowy and translucent. His whole body is a shadow, in fact. If he holds his palm up to the sky, he can see the stars twinkling faintly through it.
Sharp talons of panic dig into his chest. He feels solid - if he grabs his own wrist, he has mass, but it is wrong. Everything is wrong. What is happening?
Prepare Fireball, commands a voice in his head.
The voice is familiar.
It takes him a moment to realize it’s familiar because it’s his.
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06 Dec 2024
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“Ah, dove,” said the umavi, using the Old Drow word for dove that also meant dear, also meant, less flatteringly, game pigeon. As a child, Essek had found the very existence of a word for a surface bird in Old Drow amusing, perplexing, until Deirta had informed him that in her youth the high houses had reared doves by hand in the Underdark, and fed them to their matriarchs. “What is to be done about you?”
-Essek has always been hungry. It is fitting then, that hungry is how he will die.
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24 Oct 2024